Vladimir:
“When did you get here anyway? No one has informed us that you were coming, we would have come to pick you up from the airport ourselves.” I said, looking at Batrov. His eyes met mine and I could tell that the second hand hated my guts. For starters, telling Konstantin about him being knocked out after being drunk was something that he did not appreciate.
However, this was going to be the least of his concerns when I chose to kill him for the way that he treated my mate. I just needed to give it time before I did so, and I was going to be sure that even Konstantin wanted him dead.
“I didn’t want to disturb you so early in the morning. Plus, I paid a visit to my wife before seeing you all and I doubt that it would have been appropriate for me to just leave you to go to her when I just arrived and you went through the fuss of picking me up.” He said, making me clench my fist. His eyes met mine for a second, and I could tell that he noticed my change of expression. “Vladimir?
